I arrived home from a church meeting last night just after 9 p.m. and found #1 Son watching TV. Soon The Princess appeared, wanting to watch something else.
Barack, Hilary and John in a remake of "Viva Las Vegas?"
(Which is to say, reasonably adult discussion of the issues facing our nation and world, I suppose.)
(Which is to say nothing of the sort.)
I suspect you can guess that at my house the decision broke not on party but on age and gender lines. #1 Son got the boot and went upstairs; The Princess commanded the remote control and employed the DVR, and we caught up with the Philadelphia auditions, the usual assortment of agonies, ecstasies and insults to our ears.
Somewhere out of our range of consciousness the three Democrats took questions from Brian Williams.
I don’t feel good about this. But at that moment it was beyond my control.
I hope the next debate is on a different night of the week.